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Insult

"Please speak in a low voice Dheeraj, neighbors are listening." Arvind said to his furious son who was abusing him for giving a share of property to his widowed daughter. " I don't care about them Dad, she don't have any right on this property, cancel this deed or face this insult daily." These words were bitter even more hurtful in front of twenty something people and that too from her only son for whom he had done so much in life keeping his head high in front of these neighbors.

He never cared for himself in front of his necessities. When he required money for business he gave all his provident fund money to him, his wife died in hospital due to lack of money as all his Fix Deposits were spent on his foreign studies. Dheeraj's push brought him back from memories. He wanted to say something , to abuse,to slap him but how could he when he never hit him shout at him even when he was a child. He didn't want to believe what he was experiencing but circumstances brings out real characters, it was then when people show you who they are, believe them. He moved out silently and went to his lawyer friend to claim back his house, business and other properties from his son. He wanted his reputation back.

He remained in his daughter's house during court trials. With court's orders Dheeraj's business and all properties were seized until any decision in this matter. Dheeraj never thought that his old weak father would drag him to the court. All his strut fell on his face, he had no source to run his family. He went crying to his father for forgiveness." Dad ! Think of your grandson he is just three years old where will he go?" He remained unmoved under his emotional pressure and offered to take care of his daughter in law and grandson until he got some decent way to feed them. He apologized and regretted for what he did but Arvind closed the door of his house for him after closing door of his heart being unable to get rid of the insult he received from him in front of his neighbors. He couldn't forget that money overcome his years of selfless love for him in seconds.
People will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.

This post is written for Write Tribe Wednesday prompts

Broken Door

"My heart goes out to this man who had lost everything in these riots," Minister spoke to the media pointing towards a man standing in front of the hanging door of his broken house.

"We know reconstruction of this village needs elbow grease but we will put our best foot forward for this task ," that man was silently listening to him.

"You say that I should prevent this but my hands were tied being not in the state government but I have a gut feeling that they will understand me and I will be back in power," the man near the door was still watching him silently.

He moved forward quickly which removed the already hanging door and slapped the minister as he was also hand in gloves with the rioters.

He was up in arms against him for trying to take political gain of this situation.

Linking this post to Five Sentence Fiction and Write Tribe's Wednesday Prompts

Frozen

For him it was a routine,she would be his twentieth prey. She was in an inebriated state. He set the camera and unclothed himself." Just do it man she is all yours now." He said to himself as he went to the bed to take off her cloth. Suddenly the door knocked. An unexpected visitor was waiting for him with the police. He was frozen to see him. He was her father,he slapped him and gave to police.

She signaled her father through a mobile app as she smell her intentions. Stay alert don't frozen in love blindly.

100 Words on Saturday 2014 #10 at Write Tribe : An Unexpected Visitor

Wednesday Prompt 2014 #10 at Write Tribe: Just do It

Taking Part in A to Z Challenge and The Ultimate Blog Challenge.

Today's alphabet is F and its UBC Day 7.

Tit For Tat

Monika refused Rahul's proposal to be his friend when he hold her hand in the public."She looked most beautiful when she answered his misbehaviour with a slap on his face. He went in anger and confronted her with an acid bottle in his hand on her way to college."I will break your pride baby."

He opened the bottle and raised his hand to throw it on her,suddenly a cricket ball banged into the acid bottle. All acid spilled on his entire body. She had the last laugh when he screamed in pain which he wanted for her.

This post is part of 100 Words On Saturday 2014-4 and Wednesday Prompt 2014-5 by Writetribe

Punctured Tyre

"Damn,the tyre couldn't have chosen a better time to get punctured." Divakar shouted but restricted himself to speak abusive language as his kids eight year old Aaliya and six year old Aarav was with him. He was going to drop them at school. He was not late but the road where his tyre get punctured was going to be sealed by police as protesters headed by Chief Minister were going towards Ministry of Home Affairs for demonstration to sack some police officials.

Police was sealing the road to halt their movement. Divakar knew that protesters were soon came on this road and than it would be impossible to pass the way. He was in favor of that protest since he at several occasions became a victim of police atrocities and corruption but he didn't imagine that the protest would have such an adverse effect on common people like him. He came out of the car to change the tyre when a police officer asked him to quickly took away his car.

He saw a huge crowd coming towards police barricade shouting slogans against police and the central government. He looked at his children they were crying out of fear, he stopped changing the tyre and locked his car. He crossed the road with his children to go away from such noises but people were coming from all directions,they were in attacking mode. He took his children and stand near a media van " I think this is safe,stop crying they will soon pass that road", he consoled both the kids.

Soon crowd passed that road towards their prescribed agitation spot after pushing and hustling with police. Divakar came towards his car to change the tyre and noticed that his hand was wounded in running and crossing roads. It was difficult to change the tyre with wounded hand,he looked around. A policeman was watching Divakar. He approached towards him," Brother I think you need help." " No, I can do it myself." Police officer took Band Aid from his hand which he was trying to apply to his wound and helped him to put it right. " You are afraid of me? " " N... No...", Sir,sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye , your hatred against me is clearly visible in your eyes and I can feel it," he started changing the punctured tyre. " But it's not your mistake some of us have indulged in many criminal activities which made our image bad in public's eyes but we all are not the same."

" We worked all day and night in difficult situations,on holidays too to ensure your safety and what we got for this nothing. Today also we are protecting a man who was against us because it's our duty anyways your tyre has changed, now go your children are getting late for school." Divakar was unable to say anything,his children thanked the officer. He was speechless,he drove the car to school thinking about the other side of the issue. His punctured tyre helped him to inflate new thoughts in him.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

Write Tribe's Wednesday Prompt 2014 - 4 : Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye.

Alienation

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He started going out of the class when he knew that everybody was talking about him being a HIV positive. He had this experience in his previous school as well where all his friends started maintaining distance from him when heard that he was suffering from AIDS, feeling of alienation was more painful than suffering from a deadly disease. Aisha one of his classmate ran and stopped him,"Where are you going?" " Back home.You all knew about me now things will repeat." " I'd do things differently." She embraced him and kissed on his cheeks.Others also pull him inside.

The Boy: Write Tribe Wednesday Prompt 27 November 2013

100 word on Saturday 10 : I'd do things differently.

Note: 1st December is World's Aids Day. Treat AIDS patient equally.

Diary Confessions

Had I looked back? I think I have not. I have not looked back to those promises I made with her, to her eyes which always wanted to see me close to her,to those moments which I can not buy today with enormous money I had, I never ever looked back to her love. But still the smell of old books brings her face in front of my eyes which she used to hide with them. That peacock feather which she kept in them takes me to her. If I had forgotten her then why this happens? Why? Why?........

100 words on Saturday -9 prompt: Had I looked back.

Wednesday prompt: the smell of old books